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We Have Reached A Point of Unending

April 7, 2020

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In all of this, we forget that this is The Coronavirii Golden Era: massive victory all across the globe. From living in Duck Poop, to inside a Bat, then, BAM! WORLD DOMINATION!

Rather than writing the rules, we are being ruled.

No, in these few months we have been fully changed from normal to “Normal?” where nothing is a Home. When we are Home, we might not be one that we know. But in not knowing in the Era of Knowing, we are (not) dead in the water.

Today, tomorrow, last week, next month are only different in the world that is not us. Spring has sprung, and we must view it as Emily Dickinson did, pretty much isolated in our rooms. So we tap on screens, do our jobs if we have them. Sort of. And have no control other than the next meal.

The rest of the earth is changing because it remains in full ignorance of these malicious cells that get inside humans and make them sick until more cells can be made and given to more humans, and those original cells, and maybe the human, dies.

It is the Extreme Mission of Life to Live. In Covid19 and us. Neither lays down and accepts, both simply do what is required to live. For us, the victims, that means not actually doing much.

For many, not doing much was a fate profoundly to be wished. But only after doing something, anything, till its end. Which is where we are, without end.

In other times, when life was shorter, knowledge was little and intimate, when there was 1 percent that did actually own about everything, there were breaks in that continuum. Ultimately it was humans finding more voice over fear and things changed, but there were episodes. The Black Plague. Wars, Jesus of Nazareth.

Jesus is the one that outlived the Plague and the Wars. 2,000 years ago something happened. It did. But what? After that, like COVID19, the spread of what happened was unrelenting because its effect was true, though hard. It turns out that you, and I, are loved. Not because we are taught it, or follow a rule, just because, well, you are loved.

That is the end. We may be living a life of eating cotton, listless waiting, nameless days, even a joyless Easter. But there is Easter, even in our isolation.

As if the Sea should part
And show a further Sea —
And that — a further — and the Three
But a presumption be —

Of Periods of Seas —
Unvisited of Shores —
Themselves the Verge of Seas to be —
Eternity — is Those —

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